Today is my 43rd birthday. I suppose I should feel something, but more than anything else I just want to play hooky from work. When I was 12, a birthday was a cause for celebration. Now, I'm more excited about today being a Friday than anything else- it's the WEEKEND!!
I'm going to try not to bemoan my fate and ruminate over how I'm getting old (hey, it sure beats the alternative), but I fear that fat, ugly, and stupid may be creeping up on me. Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to, eh? ;0)
Realistically, today is just like any other day, and ANY day that I'm still drawing breath is a good day.
